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Автор: Charles Dickens

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"Don't fear me. I will be true to the death."
"You must be, Mr. Carton, if the tale of fifty-two is to be
right. Being made right by you in that dress, I shall have no
fear."
"Have no fear! I shall soon be out of the way of harming you, and
the rest will soon be far from here, please God! Now, get
assistance and take me to the coach."
"You?" said the Spy nervously.
"Him, man, with whom I have exchanged. You go out at the gate by
which you brought me in?"
"Of course."
"I was weak and faint when you brought me in, and I am fainter
now you take me out. The parting interview has overpowered me.
Such a thing has happened here, often, and too often. Your life
is in your own hands. Quick! Call assistance!"
"You swear not to betray me?" said the trembling Spy, as he
paused for a last moment.

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